Title: Doing the Domme Thing

Author: Sarah Aless

Contact/Feedback: give_it_to_me_spikey@yahoo.co.uk

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: B/S

Spoilers:

Disclaimer: They’re not mine. Joss and ME own them but they’d have way more fun if they WERE mine!

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WARNING: This story is set in my You Know You Want To Universe - it's explicit, it's kinky and Buffy is predominantly the bottom (although you should hold that thought just for this particular instalment as the tables are turned), there will be spanking and other forms of naughtiness, if this bothers you, don't read! You've been warned. I assume most people reading this will be familiar with my content so hopefully there'll be no big surprises.

Summary: Spike accidentally damaged Buffy more than he liked in their last role play session. Buffy actually doesn’t mind but they both decided it’d be a good opportunity for Buffy to play the Domme for a while.

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Part 1 - Get down to it.

My Slayer strength has been back for about a week now. I still haven’t dominated Spike even though we had decided we would do it Tuesday past. I ended up working a double shift at the Doublemeat and couldn’t do anything but go home and crawl into my bed after work which had been followed by slaying.

We met up – ok so I turned up unannounced at Spike’s crypt as usual – a coupla times this week but I guess I just wasn’t in the right place. Then when I was, Spike wasn’t. It’s been a heavy couple of weeks slaying-wise for us both. Add to that the shifts I’ve been pulling and, ok I admit it, my nervousness about taking charge playing on my mind and you have your explanation for the non-bunniness of us lately. Turns out even super powers don’t stop these little dips between a couple.

It’s actually not like it turned out so badly. I could tell on patrol the last couple of nights that Spike is back to being itching to get going; so making him wait has been kinda fun. I mean isn’t that the kind of thing the one in control is supposed to do. Surprise the sub? Spikey is going to get a surprise tonight I can tell you.

When I enter his crypt it is in darkness but light seeps up from his underground bedroom. Looks like it’s the usual destination for the sexcapades then. I jump down into the room ignoring the ladder but making sure my long coat stays buttoned all the way up and down.

“Someone has been a very, very bad boy.” I announce as Spike, lounging on his bed turns his head to look at me.

“You want to do this tonight?” he asks in frankly a rather flat tone of voice.

“Do you have a problem with that Spike?” I say, taking in the rather bored tone of voice and lack of change in his posture. That’ll change as soon as he sees what I’m wearing, well maybe not right away……

“Kinda bushed luv. Was a late one last night, if you recall. Been unwinding watching a Passions marathon all day, but it’s a highly emotional show, kinda takes it out of a vamp.”

“Well, you’ll just have to get ‘unbushed’ then won’t you?” I say, trying for a steely tone of command in my voice – I think I manage it ok. “Because I got all dressed up special.”

He doesn’t move but his interest is definitely stirred by my words. When I begin unbuttoning my coat I finally get movement. He sits upright watching closely, a slightly predatory gleam in his eye. This is going to be fun; he’s so easy to play with. He raises an eyebrow as I reveal an outfit slightly veering towards the Catholic schoolgirl look. A plain white shirt, little plaid skirt.

“Erm, luv, if you’re still planning on switching I think you put on the wrong outfit by mistake, apart from the shoes – they’re great!” I’m wearing black patent leather shoes with 4 inch heels and a black ribbon which crosses up my leg to mid calf like ballet shoes.

“No, no Spikey.” I say. “This outfit was just to get your attention, it’s what’s underneath that’s going to hold it.”

Yeah he’s definitely warming up to the idea now. His feet are off the side of the bed and he’s looking at me expectantly.

“What? You expect me to undress myself?” I say. “Get over here now and take the outfit off………..Carefully. None of your usual ripping antics, show some self control, and fold them nicely on that chair over there.”

He doesn’t need telling twice and I feel a sense of power starting to flourish as he does exactly as he’s told, gently sliding each button of my shirt free before sliding it slowly down my arms. That’s when he stops though.

“What are you gawping at?” I question. “Get on with what I’ve told you to do.”

“You – you’re amazing.” He stutters. “Bloody perfect so…..”

“I will tell you when you can compliment me Spike. Don’t speak another word until I give you permission to speak.” I say, secretly applauding myself for my choice of outfit.

I’d imagined it’d have a major effect but the reality of it is even more delicious. So far he’s only uncovered the basque. Its red satin with a black lace overlay, boned and extremely well fitting and it gives my boobs more lift than any wonderbra ever did! He’ll be salivating by the time he gets the skirt off me.

“Yes Ma’am. Sorry.” He says, lowering his eyes reluctantly from my cleavage and moving to slide the skirt down over my hips.

He kneels down at my feet and holds it pooled in his hand just off the dusty floor so that I can step out of it. I step backwards away from him and frown slightly as his eyes stay down, seemingly fixed on the skirt in his hands. I’m about to command him to look up when he takes a deep breath and does just that. Must have thought he needed to get his composure. When he looks up it’s as if I slapped him in the face.

His expression goes from astounded, to ecstatic, to pure raw lust in the space of about five seconds. I’m wearing black satin panties with a black garter belt and black stockings which are so sheer I don’t even think he noticed them until he saw the garters. This is what I’d anticipated.

Walking over here I couldn’t help but pay attention to the feeling of the underwear under my clothes. The basque, at once constricting and empowering. The feeling of the satin panties on my shaved pussy. I felt sexier and sexier the further I walked and more and more certain Spike would want to fuck me six ways from Sunday when he saw the ensemble. That’s where I really started to feel power; he could want to fuck me all he liked but it would all be on my terms, this time. I can make him wait as long as I like AND make him get me off in the meantime. Yep the outfit had been a good idea on more than one count.

His eyes travel incredibly slowly from my ankles, up my body to finally meet mine. I’m immediately in danger of losing control of the situation when they do. He looks ready to throw me down and fuck my brains out and to be honest the proposition is (a hell of a lot) more than slightly attractive. God that look. It never fails to make me turn to jelly. Frankly he could do any damn thing he wants when he looks at me like that. Just in time I gather myself, my own gaze turning steely as I raise an eyebrow at him.

“See something you like vampire?” I question.

“Bloody right I do.” He says, actually licking his lips as his gaze drags down my body again.

“I don’t like your tone.” I tell him as I place a foot on his chest, just below the shoulder, allowing the heel of my shoe to dig in ever so slightly.

“Well, what did you expect?” he says, apparently still a little on the ‘stunned’ side of things. “That outfit it’s…..it’s just…..”

“Spike!” I say sharply, I can’t allow that kind of disrespect. “Get control of yourself. Right. Now.”

With a quick shake of his head he carefully folds the skirt, but still kneels there looking up at me. I dig the heel in further until he winces then use my whole foot to push him hard. He lands on his back and I trail my foot up his chest until my toes are under his chin, tilting his head back as I stand over him.

“You had better start doing as you are told.” I warn. “I’m in control here tonight and don’t forget it. Now are you going to be good and finish doing what I told you to?”

“Yes Mistress.” He says avoiding my gaze and swallowing hard.

I let him up and he quickly moves to put my folded skirt with my other clothes and returns to kneel before me again, looking up in wonder. Another surge of power runs through me and I briefly wonder if this is what he feels when I’m kneeling at his feet. No wonder he likes these games so much if it is. I know that if I could only assume one role forever I’d choose the sub side, even now, the look of awe on his face is powerful and it is definitely affecting me in the best of ways but there’s an edge to it; it still makes me feel slightly uncomfortable.

Maybe it’s just that he’s far more experienced in these games so I’m afraid of making a fool of myself or not giving him what he wants. I know when I’m subbing that if what I do is wrong or not what he wants he’ll correct me and he’ll do it in the horniest of ways. I want to make him feel that desperation to please that he can evoke in me. I’m just not sure enough of myself…….yet. Let’s see what we can’t do about that tonight.

“Now.” I say, slowly circling him as he stays kneeling where he is. “I know that you haven’t been on this side of things much with me. However, I expect you to follow the same rules as I do when the tables are turned. And just so you know, I’ll punish you severely if you don’t. You made the rules so I know you know what they are. There is absolutely no excuse for disrespect, flippancy or disobedience. Is that clear?”

“Yes Mistress.” He says; eyes on the floor like a good little subbie.

“Good.” I say stopping in front of him again. “So, now that I’m asking you for it, I’d like your opinion on my outfit.”

“It’s amazing Mistress. So sexy, but still classy, it suits you perfectly.”

“Do you like the shoes slave?” I ask, smiling slightly as I see a small shiver go through him at my term of address.

“Yes Mistress. Very much.”

“Show me.” I say.

He knows exactly what I mean and wastes no time getting down to it. I’m aware ‘slave kissing Mistress’ feet’ is a total cliché but I have to start somewhere and I know in the past that it has worked well in starting off a suitably submissive mindset in myself. I look down at him as he kisses and licks the black patent leather before moving on to kiss the top of each foot. He becomes more ardent as he moves up to one ankle, gently cradling it with a hand at the back of my leg. He traces the diamond shapes created by the criss-cross of the ribbons with his tongue then places feather light kisses in each diamond in turn. Job done, I expect him to move back but this is Spike after all. He places kisses all the way up the front of first my right leg then the left. As he reaches mid thigh on the left he angles his head slightly so that his kisses land more on the inside of my thighs. I know full well what he is up to.

“So beautiful, so perfect.” He murmurs between kisses.

“Spike.” I say sharply; it’s the only warning I will give him, he knows as well as I do that he wasn’t told to go this far.

Completely ignoring my warning his hand caresses the back of my left thigh, sliding up to my ass as his kisses continue upwards on the other leg. I can’t deny that as he gets closer to my panties I’m getting increasingly aroused. He will be able to smell that fact and no doubt thinks this means he can go as far as he wants. Big mistake bucko.

He reaches my panties and just as he is about to place a kiss on my mound, his hands sliding up to the waistband, I grab his hair and yank his head back hard.

“Did I tell you to do that?” I question.

“N-no Mistress.” He answers, wincing slightly as my grip on the bit of hair I got hold of tightens.

I try a theatrical sigh on for size – sounds good!

“You know Spike, I actually would have had you do that next, but you had to go and spoil it didn’t you? And now, I have to punish you for not doing as you’re told. You know how it annoys you when you have to do that with me? Well I have far less patience than you do vampire!”

“I’m sor…..”

“Get yourself on that bed, face down right now!” I interrupt him. “I warned you, you’re under the same rules as apply when positions are reversed and you still thought you could do what you like. I’ll tell you when you can apologise. Now do as I say and lose the trousers too. Move!”

Fortunately for him he gets into position very quickly. Maybe I’m not as bad at this as I thought. Maybe he realises that he really does need to do as he’s told. For now though I think the best course of action is to keep reminding him of the way he is expected to follow the rules exactly the same as I do.

I walk over to his toy chest, slowly, making my heels click as best I can on the floor. I make musing hmmm sounds as I peruse the contents and I grin a little as I hear Spike shift on the bed, obviously wondering what I’m going to choose.

“Don’t you move a muscle.” I warn him.

Finally I turn, a paddle in my hand. A smile very briefly crosses his face, but he is sensible enough to hide it quickly. I know what he is thinking, he’s thinking that there is no way I can hurt him with it. He told me once that he thought exactly the same thing last time our positions were reversed and the paddle came out – he should’ve learned then not to underestimate me. Last time it was all about revenge for me. I was new to these games and I did want to get him back to a degree. Now though, I understand just how good playing the submissive can feel and I want to return that to him.

I begin with my hand as he usually does. The spanks gradually get harder and his ass begins to take on a rosy glow, evidently he had a couple of his bagged dinners before I came over. Good, now I can see the effect I am having and he’ll feel it more with enough blood in him to stimulate all his nerve endings.

“I know you think I’m going easy on you just now.” I tell him. “But don’t worry it won’t last. You WILL pay for your disobedience. I’d never have gotten away with that behaviour now would I Spikey? So you can bet your nicely warmed ass that won’t. After all, how many times have you punished me for trying to make things go quicker than you wanted?”

I’m bringing up punishments he’s given me, not as revenge but to remind him of the behaviour I expect and also to remind him exactly what position he is in; that ‘I have the power’ to quote ‘He-man’. Also, hopefully, it’ll raise his anticipation levels; give that edge of not knowing what is coming next.

“I put a plug here last time didn’t I?” I ask, now running my hand lightly over his ass, gently running a finger between the cheeks as I speak.

“I don’t think that will be necessary this time. You know your place now don’t you Spike?”

“Yes Mistress.” He says, squirming slightly as my hand slides lower to caress the underside of his balls through his legs. He is getting into the touching, beginning to raise his hips slightly, obviously hoping that I’ll reach right under and play with his dick. Silly boy. I grin as he actually yelps when I draw my hand back and deliver a full slayer strength slap to his behind.

“Down boy.” I say, trying to keep the hint of amusement out of my voice. Trying not to betray my lust too. Soon as this spanking is over he’s going to help me out with that, believe you me. Ok, maybe it’s not totally about revenge but I’m having fun torturing him, and I’m just getting started.

TBC……

Reviews anyone? PLEASE? Remember I've been away for ages, I need the encouragement!

Part Two – Lessons learned on both sides.

I actually have to stifle a groan when she removes her hand from my balls. She actually clouded my mind enough with lust that I was expecting more action than that. The slap to my ass that follows as she tells me ‘down boy’ takes me by surprise and a bloody wussy little yelp jumps out of me. Seems she’s learned the art of suspense from our time together, didn’t see that coming. Didn’t expect the strength behind it either. She definitely has her slayer strength back!

“Now that your bottom is nicely warmed up I think we’ll move on to the paddle shall we.”

I’d never have expected this but my instinct is to say ‘no thanks’. Her hand actually did a good job and I’m not over anxious to see what she can do with the paddle. This is one of the good (and potentially also bad) things about playing these games with a slayer. Although vampire females are strong they could never really lay it on hard enough to test my limits. Slayers are naturally stronger than vampires so I know she can really give me a seeing to! In more ways than one!

“Well?” she questions. “What do you think? Should we move on to the paddle?”

I know it’s a question with a set answer and I give it like the pussy whipped little bitch I’m starting to feel like.

“Yes Mistress, if it pleases you.”

“Good boy.” She says, simultaneously bringing the paddle down with a loud thwack on my naked arse.

Holy bloody hell! The paddle she’s brought out is the reasonably thin one with holes drilled into it. They reduce air resistance so the recipient i.e. me gets the full force of the blow and also the full sting and thud. I manage not to make a sound but I can’t help wondering how long that will last.

Evidently Buffy is attempting to get noise out of me as quickly as possible as she delivers a rain of furious blows to my ass. I squirm and shift as she paddles me hard. I even briefly consider crying out just to get a wee break from it but I’m probably more stubborn than she is with this kind of thing. No way I’ll let her know this actually hurts if I can help it.

Then I realise that I don’t actually need to make a sound. The more I squirm the stronger the smell of her arousal grows. She knows that I’m feeling it and she is loving it. Could be I’ve unleashed a monster here, and for God’s sake when the HELL is she going to get tired?

It’s when she stops that I start to feel the effects even more, my whole ass is blazing and it’s getting hotter by the second. My hand twitches as I fight the urge to reach back and rub my injured flesh. Needless to say, she sees the movement.

“Uh-oh. I wouldn’t do that if I were you Spikey boy. No touching. Now, roll over onto your back I want to see how your cock is getting on.”

Erm, a lot harder thanks to that kind of remark thank you very much.

I do as I’m told and roll over. Having been confined beneath my body my dick takes its first opportunity to bob up easily. During the paddling my mind had been on my arse in the main with the swelling of my dick kind of hovering in the background, just out of full consciousness. Now though, although I’m very aware of my flaming ass making contact with the sheets I am doubly aware of the still ongoing rush of blood to my nethers.

“Hmm.” She muses, reaching out and running her hand up the shaft before gripping it just below the head.

A stifled groan escapes me at the feel of her hot hand squeezing me and I fight to keep my hips down again. She pulls back the foreskin and her thumb flicks over the head.

“Looks quite uncomfortable for you.” She says. “Y’know, given that it’s not going to get much use for quite a while. Well, maybe it’ll get use but definitely no chance of relieving it’s ‘tension’.”

The last word is accompanied by another squeeze and flick move that makes me wonder why the hell I decided to sign up for this torture. Her eyes lock on to mine and she quirks an eyebrow at me. Suddenly I’m fighting my demon. This is a Slayer that I’m playing puppy dog too! I should be wiping that cocky look off her face by throwing her down and fucking the shit out of her before draining her dryer than the Sahara.

I get it under control though. My demon can be useful to me when I need to stay hard faced and stern in a reversed position, but now is not the time to listen to it. She obviously notices something in my face though.

“Something wrong Spikey?” she asks in sickly sweet tones. “You having the urge to question me or maybe even to resist?”

She smacks the paddle against her palm as she speaks. “Do I need to remind you again of your position here right now?”

“No Mistress.” I say as submissively as I can; still conscious of keeping my demon down.

“Correct answer.” She says. “Now be a good boy and put your hands up over your head.”

I comply and feel my cock grow harder even though I didn’t think that was possible.

“We’re going to test your control.” She announces, obviously still taking leads from sessions I have had with her in the past; not that that is a problem, her Domme routine is definitely pushing my buttons, and my demons buttons but I’m fairly certain he’s under control. “Your hands will remain exactly where they are until I tell you you can move them. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am.” I answer, wondering what she has planned. I don’t have to wait too long to find out.

She climbs onto the bed and straddles one of my thighs. She yanks her panties to the side so that it is her shaven pussy that makes contact with my leg as she brings her mouth down to mine. A short kiss is all she gives me before pulling her head back up to speak. Her proximity to my aroused cock and the feel of her pussy settling against my thigh takes my arousal up a good couple more notches. A sudden rush of yet more blood to my nether regions prompts my mind to blank out for a second and I hear myself growl as I lift my head to capture her lips before she gets too far away. Maybe Mr Demon isn’t so far under control.

Pulling back eventually from my kiss she lands me a stinging slap across the face.

“That was not allowed!” she says, anger simmering in her darkening green eyes.

“Din’t move my hands.” I say wiggling my fingers and placing my tongue behind my teeth as I look up at her. Now the demon and the man are both in force, and both want to take things quickly to their natural conclusion. Yeah, yeah I know how great this dominance submission thing can be but we can surely get back to that once we’ve both gotten a ‘happy’ and if she’d just let me kiss her I could quickly get her so hot she’d be agreeing with me completely. What can I say; patience has never been one of my virtues!

Her eyes narrow at my cheekiness.

“You do not just reach out and take what you want. I know you know better than that.”

Evidently my face still carries a trace of my lustful intentions and mild amusement at pushing her. When she speaks again it is accompanied by a sharp twist of my right nipple which makes me yelp.

“You had better start taking this seriously, slave.”

I open my mouth to say that I will when she pinches the other nipple equally as hard. My hands shoot down by pure instinct to grip her wrists.

“Spike.” She says, her voice sounds enticingly like a royally brassed off school teacher. The tone brings back awareness of my throbbing cock again even as she continues to twist hard at my nipples.

“O.k., o.k.” I concede, wincing and forcing my hands back to their position above my head. “I’m taking it seriously. I’ll behave.”

“Oh I know you will.” She says giving each nipple a final cruel tweak. “Now back to testing your control, even though you’ve just blatantly proved to me that you have none at all. Let’s see if you can’t impress me.”

I fight not to groan as she begins to grind her pussy against my thigh. Her slippery wetness sliding rhythmically against me as her breathing deepens. She slides a little lower and brings her mouth to my throat. Kissing and nibbling as she begins to pant a little, humping my leg faster now.

A shiver runs through me when a throaty moan escapes her just as she nips my neck with her teeth. She knows exactly what she is doing to me. Having to lie here motionless while the sexiest woman alive humps herself silly on top of me, that’s definitely a test of control.

“Don’t think I’m going to let you get away with moving your hands either.” She startles me my breathing this into my ear. “You will be punished, I promise you. Right now though, I have a little itch I’m in the process of scratching and you’ll just have to wait until it’s dealt with.”

I groan again as she moves her pussy back up my thigh and props herself up on her arms looming over the top of me. Her hip is brushing my cock with every movement she makes and her breasts are dangling oh so temptingly above me. Seeing where my gaze is transfixed she seems to decide to show me a little mercy. Lowering herself to rest on her lower arms she brings her breast to my mouth.

I should have known better. Just as my tongue is about to reach out and lick the tantalising bud of her nipple she moves it out of my reach. I’m not certain if it’s just her gyrations or whether she did it on purpose so I reach my tongue out yet again, straining to keep my head down on the pillow.

I’m almost there when she pulls back again, a smirk on her lips.

“Oh, what’s wrong?” she questions. “Did I take away something you wanted?”

I don’t have a chance to answer – which is probably just as well - as her hips start to move in a much harsher rhythm. Her pants becoming yells as she throws her head back. Her clit is grinding against my hip as she screams out her release. The sight of her, eyes closed in ecstasy, cheeks flushed, hips bearing down on me is almost too much.

If there is any thought behind my next action it could only be that she’ll never notice or care about what I’m doing while she’s yelling out her release. In reality though, I just can’t stop myself contributing to her euphoric state. I reach up and fondle one breast while taking the other in my mouth, biting lightly at her nipple.

Riding out the last of her orgasm I realise that I underestimated what she was capable of noticing. Although my actions have drawn out her release she’s still able, whilst crying out her rapture to twist and yank at my abused nipples again.

Her action immediately stops me in my tracks and I put my hands back where they were. It was a momentary lapse but I kind of proved the point that I can make her hotter when I’m allowed to touch her, at least if her increased moaning is anything to go by. I know Buffy, a good old turn her knees to jelly orgasm always manages to throw her off a bitchy track. When she collapses on top of me, slowing her breathing I’m confident she won’t really remember how pissed she was.

That thought is banished however when she quickly sits back up with a look of pure rage on her face. My own face changes from a look of complete cockiness to one of worry and confusion as she speaks.

“I told you to take this seriously, Goddamn you.” She storms. “I’m supposed to just take my pleasure from any part of your body in any way that I wish. If I tell you to do nothing that’s exactly the way it should go. This isn’t a joke Spike.”

She’s means it. I can tell. I need to get a grip on myself and start playing the subbie properly before I stuff this all up. I must have been the Master too long, I’m obviously having trouble getting into subspace properly or I’d have left my hands down and not kept pushing my luck with her.

C’mon you bloody prat, stop treating it as a game, she’s new to this side and she’s actually doing well. If I don’t sort myself out I’ll completely undermine her confidence in controlling me and that could well lead to undermining her non game-playing self belief. After how far we’ve come lately I do not want that to happen.

A little self-doubt of my own creeps in. We’re beyond it being a simple case of me acting the submissive; we’ve been doing this too long now. I need to actually let go and feel it. What if I can’t do this? What if I can’t be truly submissive to her and I end up undoing all of our progress?

“If you can’t get on board here,” She says, breaking me out of my reverie. “I’ll stop this altogether and leave. Just tell me now if you don’t want to continue. It’s your decision.”


TBC……………What will Spike decide – will it be beneficial to either of them? Lemme know if you wanna know :-P

Part 3 – On the same page.

I can see the indecision on his face. Man I must suck at this dominance stuff if he has to think so hard about whether he wants to continue. It seemed to be going so well at first but he’s obviously not feeling it judging by his actions and the cocky looks he keeps giving me. I knew I should never have tried this.

I just wanted to give him what he gives me. That feeling of complete surrender to another and the peace and comfort in it. Guess I’m just too stupid to take the control in a game as intricate as this. I mean yeah, I could simply beat the crap out of him until he’s physically unable to fight back; but that isn’t what these scenes are about. It’s about trust and there’d be no trust on either side if I did that. I need to get out of this before it goes in the wrong direction completely, cos I’m right out of ideas other than sheer brutality and I so ain’t going there.

Feeling defeated and slightly dumb for imagining this would work out any other way I climb off Spike before he can tell me he thinks we should stop. Stepping off the bed I pause to pull my panties back into place, again feeling embarrassed at my amateur attempt to dominate. The idea had been that they stayed on until I had decided he had earned access. Yeah big whoop Buffy, that’s a hell of an incentive, trying to control him by denying access to something he’s had a hundred times over!

With a sigh, I move to go get my clothes when I’m stopped by Spike’s hand on my wrist.

“Buffy.” He says softly. “I’m guessing from the look on your face that we’re pretty much out of the game just now. That’s ok for the moment, but please, let’s talk a little then see where we go from here.”

“What’s the point Spike?” I say, resignedly. “I suck at this. We should probably just forget it.”

He doesn’t loosen his grip.

“Buffy please don’t go. I promise you, you in no way ‘suck’ at this. If anything is wrong it’s my fault, not yours.”

Wow he must want to talk seriously; he didn’t even make a dirty joke out of the word ‘suck’!

“Hear me out?” He pleads with his best puppy dog eyes as I turn to look at him.

“I’m a git. I wasn’t even trying to get into subspace. I get kind of crazy around you Buffy and I’m used to having you exactly how I want you. Please. Don’t stop. You honestly were doing so, so well at this. If I hadn’t pushed you with my disobedience it would have worked, I swear it. Just for a second there I wondered, almost doubted, myself if I could get into subspace for you. It was only a second though, because I realised I can do anything if it’s for you.”

The look in his eyes is completely heartfelt when I meet them; searching for any sign that he’s yanking my chain.

“Please. Let’s go again before I make myself puke with all this ‘anything for you’ stuff.”

That’s the Spike I know! For a second I still want to throw in the towel, and then it dawns on me that I went about this all wrong. I fired into it expecting him to obey just cos I’m the top today, but there’s a much better way to bend Spike to my will; it’s even better than the out and out nose-crunching violence I was thinking about a moment ago.

I’ve learned that even when Spike’s demon seems to have all the control the human in him is always there, in however small a quantity. That’s the bit that prompts speeches of the ‘anything for you’ variety. That is the way to get Spike to relinquish his control. It’s like a light bulb literally went on in my brain.

Pulling myself up as straight as I can with him still hanging on to my wrist I narrow my eyes at him.

“Take your hand off my arm right now……..” I say watching defeat bloom on his face, only to be replaced by astonishment as I finish my sentence. “….slave.”

His mouth drops open and I smile tightly, more to myself than him. He thought it was going to take a lot more ‘talking into’ than that. And he sure as hell didn’t expect me to jump straight back in like this. Good, keeping him guessing will work quite nicely along with my new approach to getting him well and truly under my thumb.

“If you were really sorry you would be on your knees in front of me right now.” I tell him, watching with satisfaction as he scrambles to get into that very position.

Evidently my confidence in the new plan of attack has lent authority to my orders already………and I haven’t even really started yet!

“Well, Spikey.” I say beginning to be carried along on the wave of my own new found confidence. “Seems like maybe we just got a little ahead of ourselves there. Of course, that’s because you are incapable of controlling yourself. Do you think you could possibly do what you are told for long enough for me to make you understand your place in this?”

“Yes Ma’am.” He says.

“Well then, why don’t you tell me, very slowly and clearly, why exactly you are in the position you are in just now.”

He looks up at me but before he has the chance to speak I cut him off with a ringing slap to his cheek.

“You know better than to look me in the eye.” I tell him. “Eyes down, you miserable excuse for a slave.”

He drops his eyes immediately and I’m pleased to see his cock jump at my command. All indicators say Buffy is on the right track! At last!

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” He says, his head bowing even lower.

“I’m sure you are.” I say, my tone heavy on the boredom. “At least you had better be if you know what’s good for you! Now, did I, or did I not, ask you a question?..........If I were you I’d be answering about now Spikey.”

“I’m here because I was bad and hurt you more than I should and we agreed you should punish me for it.” His head actually drops even lower as he speaks!

Good! Bringing up his hurting me seems to be putting him in so very much the right frame of mind! Probably best not to push that issue too far right now though, just save some of that juice in case he gets off track again!

“Then maybe you’d like to explain to me, Spikey, why you were such a royal pain in the ass just now. Do you suddenly think you don’t deserve to be punished for being careless?”

“No, Mistress. I- it’s not that at all. I – I just couldn’t control myself…. you were just so lovely and sexy and you took me by surprise by coming here to do this tonight!”

I take a step closer and lift his chin.

“So are you saying this is my fault slave?”

“No, no Ma’am. I would never….I’m weak and I lost control of myself, I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

There is sincerity in his eyes and it gives me hope that he really is getting into subspace. Letting go of his face I cross to his discarded pants and remove the belt from its loops. His head is down but I know he is watching my every move from under his lashes.

I walk slowly back to him, doubling the belt over and snapping it loudly.

“So if it’s all your fault Spike, how are you going to make up for it?”

“In any way that pleases you Mistress.” He replies, jumping a little as I snap the belt again.

“Good boy. It seems like you’re actually learning now. So this is how it’s going to go.” I begin to circle around him as I speak, snapping the belt, keeping him aware of it and of how he never knows when I might use it on him. “First I’m going to punish you for your insolence. Then you are going to make amends.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Okay. Lean forward, head to the floor, ass up!”

He immediately complies and I’m rewarded with a shudder from him as I run the belt from his shoulders up towards his ass.

“Arch your back.” I order slashing the belt down on the small of his back, whacking his ass as I continue, “This isn’t high enough.”

I smile to myself as he groans a little and immediately raises his ass.

“Twenty stripes,” I tell him. “And you will count them out clearly for me.”

I bring the doubled over belt down hard on his rosy ass.

“One Mistress, thank You.” He says, and I’m pleased to see his ass lift right back up for another one.

CRACK

“Two thank You Mistress.”

Another satisfying CRACK.

“Three…..” He actually growls a little, his ass pulling forward. “Thank You Mistress.”

Wow! I actually seem to be giving him this strapping effectively. His groans and grunts, and even the occasional ‘ow’ continue right up to the twentieth stroke. The best thing though is that each and every time, his ass returns to the right position as he counts and thanks me. Good for him, but I’m not finished with him yet and I’m feeling ever more powerful and in control!

“On the bed on your back again. And make it quick.” I tell him. The last admonishment barely even needed as he scrambles to do as he’s told.

“Now, Spikey.” I stroll towards him, running a pair of handcuffs through my hands. “As you can see I was going to restrain you for this but I think we should have a little test. Just to see if you meant what you said about being sorry.”

I grab his face bringing mine inches from it; glaring into his apprehensive eyes. That’s when another part of this clicks into place for me. I remember when the roles are reversed it’s very common to see a yellow flash of Spike’s Demon in his eyes. He has enough control to use it to his advantage, to harden himself against pleas and begging from me. I allow my inner Slayer to surface. The part of me which is not only confident, adaptable, resourceful but also feral and wild and just a little bit dark. Want. Take. Have. That’s where I need to go. I feel the change in my expression and feel Spike respond to the hardening of my eyes as I continue to hold his gaze.

“That’s right.” I tell him, as he gulps, sensitive to the serious change that my demeanour just took. “You had better start fearing me vampire. I’m stronger than you, I can and will hurt you, and I mean really hurt you, if you displease me. Do you understand me you prick?”

“Y-yes Ma’am.” He gulps again. Now that we both understand how serious I am I go back to my plan.

“Good. In that case, what do you think of having a little test? Did you mean what you said about being sorry for disobeying and spoiling our game? For touching what is not your place to touch and for generally being the most pathetic excuse for a slave ever?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I meant it and I will do anything to prove it to you. Anything you ask.” Yes, this is working, it’s the man in him that answers me. He is holding down the demon in the same way I hold down my Slayer to keep from fighting back, and he’s managing it rather well.

“Good boy. Let’s hope you can follow through on that statement.”

Without further ado I climb onto the bed and straddle him facing away with my pussy at his face. As I lower my mouth to his cock and my pussy to his mouth I give my final instruction for a while.

“You will keep your hands firmly on the bed.” I tell him and you will lick my pussy like you have never done before. And I warn you right now that you’d better not cum before I do. Because if you do………..well then I will know you’re not sorry at all and you’ve been lying to me! And we both know that will not make me happy. Now get to it.”

TBC………..Will Spikey manage to control himself AND give the Slayer what she wants? Let me know if you want to find out.

Part Four - Battling Ourselves

I waste absolutely no time in following my orders. Partly because the whole thing is juts so delicious but partly because, and this is something I would never admit out-loud - even to myself, she did manage to scare me a little there. I could tell she meant every word. Pain I can handle, but if she gets pissed to the point of really, really hurting me then I’ll know I have done the thing I’m actually scared of. Displeasing her. She just showed me such strength and reminded me why I love her and she didn’t even need to say the words, it was in her eyes. I would follow her to the ends of the earth and all that matters now is obeying and making her happy.

It’s a struggle to keep my hands on the bed as I lick and suck voraciously at her sweet, shaved quim. My instinct is to grab her hips, hold her in place and eat her til she screams but there is no way in hell that I’m going to fall at the first hurdle. Stabbing my tongue inside her I keep it stiff and simulate fucking her with it. Her moans are music to my ears and I tongue fuck her more vigorously, my confidence to complete this challenge growing with every moan and groan wrung from her lips.

All of a sudden she manages to dash my confidence though. Without any warning she ceases the pleasant sucking and rubbing of my cock and takes my length deep in her throat. My hands fist in the bed sheets when she begins to hum then almost finishes me by swallowing hard around me. My only defence is to redouble my efforts between her legs. I leave off the tongue fucking and return to her clit. I lash at it mercilessly, my strokes spurred on by her actions on my dick. As I concentrate on her clit I feel her begin to tense up and my dick slides out of her mouth. I force myself to ignore the torture of wanting to bury myself anywhere warm, soft and wet and concentrate on her pleasure.

Suddenly she is grinding her pussy against my face and I am thankful I don’t need to breathe as she rides my face. I continue to work at her anywhere I can reach with my tongue as she throws her head back and yells out her release.

“Fuck!! Yes that’s it. Eat my pussy you asshole.” She yells, causing my balls to tighten and my cock to strain in the open air. “Fuck…..fuck……yes that’s it……….yesssssssssss!!!!!!”

She slumps forward when she’s done , crushing my cock beneath her. I fight not to groan, or moan, or beg her to get off me. I promised to obey and I will, even though I feel I could burst and can’t get the echo out of my head of her dirty screaming as she rode herself silly on my face. I win the fight and manage to lie perfectly still until she sits up and immediately crosses the room to the toy chest.

Left to my own devices for a while I close my eyes and breathe deeply, which doesn’t have any physiological effect really but old habits die hard and I need to calm down before I embarrass myself. My eyes open in shock when I feel her snap a collar around my neck. I hadn’t even heard her come back over. The leash is, as always attached to the collar. She steps back from the bed and pulls down sharply on the leash.

I half scramble half tumble off the bed to my knees in front of her. I keep my eyes down as she moves to the side and suddenly lashes my back with the length of the leash.

“Pathetic.” She says. “You’ve managed to displease me again you useless fucker.”

“I’m sorry.” I tell her, confused. I did what she asked even managed not to cum!

“Do you even know why I’m unhappy with you?” She asks.

“Erm, I’m not sure to be truthful Ma’am.” I say feeling myself cringe away from her, certain that this answer isn’t going to help matters, but not knowing what else to say!

“So how can you be sorry, if you don’t even know what you’re sorry for?” she asks, lashing my back again. Damnit, I’ve fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the S&M book!

“I- I what I mean is…..OW!!!” That was by far the hardest she’s hit me yet.

“Speak in sentences shithead. I don’t want babbling”

“I was sorry that I had made you unhappy at all Ma’am.” I say thanking God I figured it out. “Even though I don’t know the exact cause I know I’m a snivelling wretch who isn’t even fit to lick your boots and so consequently it is my fault you were displeased, however I managed to do it.”

“That’s maybe the smartest thing you’ve said all night.” She says and I can hear the sneer in her voice though I daren’t look up to see her face. My head drops lower as I wait to see what she will do next.

“The reason I’m pissed off with you is your pathetic display just now. Firstly don’t think I don’t know how close you were to cumming – you had better get better control over that. Secondly, when was the last time you ate me out and only gave me one orgasm? You always manage multiples but you gave up as soon as I came this time. I’m not fucking stupid. I know you gave up cos you were to busy thinking about your dick. It’s not good enough Spike, is it?”

Honestly, I feel she is incredibly unjustified in the charges she’s levelling at me but that’s one of the delicious parts of this game. The Dominant making the submissive agree to something ridiculous just to show obedience.

“I’m so sorry Ma’am so, so, sorry. I will make it up to you in anyway you see fit Mistress.”

“Of course you will!” she yells.

Before I know what’s happening she has tied the leash to the bed post with a barely a foot of give in it effectively immobilising me.

“Bad boys need to be punished Spike.” She says, crouching down and lifting my chin on two of her fingers and holding something up in her other hand for me to see. “Do you know what this is?” She asks.

I’m fairly certain I do, I’d mentioned it to her one time, never thought she’d use it on me though. I gulp hard as I eye up her new instrument of torture.

“Is it ginger root?” I ask wincing as I say it.

“Good boy!” she says, patting my head like a dog. “And lets see, do you have any idea where it might be going Spikey boy?”

“No Mistress.” I say unable to even voice the thought.

“Liar!” She says, slapping me hard across the face. “But no matter, you’ll find out soon enough. For now just watch me Spike.”

I do as she asks and see her plunge three fingers of the hand not holding the ginger into her pussy. They come out glistening with arousal from the orgasm she just had. I know where they are going too.

“Don’t you dare tense up.” She orders as her slick fingers begin to probe my asshole. “If you make this harder I won’t bother lubing up at all. It’ll just go in there dry. Then you’ll fucking feel it won’t you!”

“I’m sorry.” I whisper, fighting to relax my sphincter muscles. As her first finger slips in she strokes at my prostate and I almost cum on the spot. When the fuck did she learn that?

“Shut up and hold still.” She orders slapping my ass hard. She worms her three fingers into my ass. Pumping them in and out a couple of times to make sure her natural lube is spread properly where it’s needed.

It’s when I see the hand holding the ginger move toward me that I really show what a pussy whipped little bitch I am. You see, it’s been so long since I had anything in my ass that just her fingers are causing an uncomfortable burning. I can’t comprehend what it will feel like with ginger in there. I mean that’s the whole point of the ginger, it burns!!

“Please Mistress. Please I’m sorry.” I beg. “I’ll make it up to you any other way at all, I swear, only please don’t put the ginger in there.”

“Shut up.” She tells me again, another hard smack to the ass which I’m sure will leave bruises for days!

Then it’s in and I can’t help but twist and yank at the leash tying me so tightly to the bed post when after the first few seconds the burn really begins.

“Oh…..oh god!” I gasp.

“He really isn’t going to help you now.” She tells me and I hear the grin in her voice. “Now you stop all the whining and hold still. You’re pathetic. You profess your love all of the time. Tell me you’ll do anything for me. Then not only do you hurt me badly, you also fuck up the start of your punishment session. As if that wasn’t enough you can’t even bring me off properly then you have the cheek to try to get out of a punishment! You don’t really care as much as you’re always telling me you do, do you? You don’t mean anything you say do you? Except the begging of course!”

“No Mistress I’m sorry. I meant all of it. I am sorry for hurting you. For pushing you when we started today, for not satisfying you. I shouldn’t have tried to get out of the punishment. I’m a bad slave I beg you to punish me severely. Show me the error of my ways Mistress.”

I feel my demon recoil in disgust from what I’m saying but at this point I don’t care! I’m about to launch into another speech when Buffy lets out more of the leash before retying it to the bedpost. She raises me on shaky legs, bending me over she pulls my arms up behind my back. I feel manacles fasten over my wrists and realise I’m in one of the most uncomfortable positions ever. The leash at my neck keeps me bent over while my arms are pulled back and up, fastened in manacles which are fastened to a chain which I slung over a pipe to tie Buffy up with, putting real strain on my shoulders.

“Punish you severely? Is that what you said Spike?”

“Yes Mistress. Please Mistress, I deserve it!”

“And you’ll get it.” She promises before going to retrieve the cane from the other side of the room.

I expect a full-on assault to begin immediately she reaches my side again. My girl surprises me again though. Reaching underneath my bent form she begins to yank none too gently on my dick. What with the burning in my ass I’d almost forgotten about my throbbing aching member. Now I don’t know which to concentrate on.

“Needless to say Spike. You had better not cum, or you’re in for………what is it you call it?.............oh yeah the ‘thrashing of your life’.”

That said, she wallops my ass hard with the cane, not letting up on her torturous hand job. I fight not to squirm and have to grit my teeth to keep from either screaming at the dual burning in my ass from ginger and cane or cumming all over her hot little hand.

She’s torturing me but good and she knows it as I hear an evil laugh come from her. After about ten strokes she drops the cane and I think she must be about to relent. Yeah right Spike. Wishful thinking to the nth degree!

The hand that was previously striping my ass but good moves to the ginger root butt plug in my ass. She then proceeds to pull the burning plug in and out of my ass as she yanks at my dick with her hand.

“Please.” I whimper. The pain in my ass finally giving in and becoming that amalgamation of pain and pleasure where it doesn’t matter which it really is any more. “Please, need to stop. Or need to cum. Please, please, Mistress.”

I’m only barely aware of my words, all I know is I need this to stop and if that is combined with coming so much the quicker and easier for me.

“Don’t be silly!” She says, her voice actually sounding playful. It’s the playful tone I’ve heard her use when goading fledglings on patrol by pretending to be a helpless little co-ed. I’m screwed! “In fact keep up that nonsense Spikey and I’ll make you cum in your own face. It’d be easy to do in this position, now wouldn’t that be humiliating for you?”

“Please!!” I wail as my hips begin to shift uncontrollably, seeking more of the hand job, less of the ginger, more of the ginger, not a part of me knows what I want.

She finally relents, she removes the ginger, tossing it to a corner and smacking a hand down hard on my ass. She stops wanking me off at the same time. Before I can even sigh with relief she’s speaking again.

“It’s a shame. I wanted to do you up the ass with a strap on but I forgot to go get one. Do you think you would have liked that?” She asks giving my balls a quick squeeze .

The ball squeezing coupled with the thought of her doing me up the ass with a strap-on almost does for me again and I chew my lip before I answer.

“Yes Ma’am. I think I would have liked that very much.” I say breathily.

“I bet you would you filthy, dirty boy.” She says, smacking the backs of my thighs.

She lets my arms out of the manacles and rubs and my wrists as I always do for her. Such a small gesture but it shows me she cares. Slowly she unties the leash from the bedpost. I know my place now though, and despite the fact every muscle in my body is screaming to stand and stretch I drop to my knees before her.

“Thank you for my punishment Mistress.” I say with my eyes on the floor. Mirroring my movements from earlier but ready to obey the command to stop should it be given I slowly kiss and carress my way from her feet, up her legs. She doesn’t tell me to stop and I can smell just how much wetter her punishment of me has made her. When I reach her mound I inhale slowly before looking up to meet her lust filled eyes.

“May I show you how grateful I am Mistress?”

TBC……………

Part Five - Getting There

Fuck! I’m in trouble now. I was doing so well. But seeing him kneeling there, lust shining from his eyes, his cock looking painfully ready to burst is almost enough to make me cum on the spot! That’s what happens when you let your primal slayer out! You get incredibly turned on by having a vampire grovelling at your feet. Your natural enemy begging to be allowed to eat you out!!

“You may.” I tell him, not certain how I kept my voice level. I have a new found respect for Spike. If he gets anywhere near this horny when we play the other way about he does an amazing job of controlling himself. I’m in awe of him, because I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.

He pulls me to him with two hands on my hips and butt. Not bruising as they would normally be, but gentle, almost reverential. He slowly brings his tongue to meet my no doubt red and puffy clit. His first lick is as reverential as his hold on me and I can feel my knees turning to jello. Another ten seconds, at most, of his worshipping my pussy and I know I have to stop him.

“Stop.” I tell him. He does, but hesitates just long enough for me to justify my next action.

I haul him up by the leash, grabbing him by the throat once he is standing I throw him onto the bed. Before he has a chance to move I’m straddling him, his cock at my entrance. The primal has taken over. Want. Take. Have. It’s as simple as that.

I plunge myself down hard onto his dick. We moan loudly and in perfect unison as his dick fills me completely. I lean forward taking his hands and pinning them to the bed, the angle now making his dick hit that all important sweet spot inside me.

As I slam myself up and down on his dick my mouth finds his throat and I surprise him and myself by growling as I lick up to his ear. I bite and suck at his neck and feel his hips buck up sharply in direct response. I manage to pull my head back long enough to look him in the eye and growl out a command.

“No cumming. No touching.”

My eyes roll back in my head as my first orgasm hits me. Spike’s hands strain under mine and my inner muscles clench around his cock as I scream and gasp incoherently. My hips slam down onto his in no particular rhythm as I begin to come down a little.

As my rhythm evens out I begin to climb towards another peak and again lean down. This time biting Spikes earlobe as the heat builds and builds in me. He whimpers under me and it makes me hotter. Makes me fuck him harder.

“You like that?” I ask him as I get nearer “You like being ridden like a pony? Do you like me using your dick?”

“Please.” He begs, with more desperation than I’ve ever seen in his eyes.

“No!” I command slapping his face which makes his hips buck again.

It’s the last thing I manage to say before I’m off into another shrieking rollercoaster of an orgasm. I squeeze extra hard this time on purpose. Not just to torture him but to prolong my own pleasure. I buck and scream and fuck him like there is no tomorrow as this second cum seems to just continue and continue to wash through me. I’m vaguely aware of removing my hands from his and ripping the collar from his throat as I begin to come down .

I gasp out the last five seconds or so of this orgasm before collapsing completely on top of him. I lie there for a moment, utterly exhausted, almost numb. Propping myself up a little I see those desperate, pleading eyes of his again. And the numbness recedes, there’s still a tingle, still a little itch to scratch. I wouldn’t have thought it possible but I know I can get there again!

Grasping his cheeks in my hand I look him in the eye. “Well done.” I tell him. “I really did think you would be pounding into me now I’m not holding you down anymore. But you didn’t even pretend that you thought me taking the collar off ended the game. You’re such a good boy. As a reward you get to pick how you cum.”

He looks at me in confusion as if he can’t quite believe that this choice is being given to him. Luckily he’s smart enough not to just decide and put his plan into action. He knows he must still wait for my instruction. He doesn’t answer.

“Well what’s it to be?” I ask squeezing him with my internal muscles as I begin to circle my hips. “You better decide soon or I might just use your dick for another cum and then you won’t get any. Would you like to fuck my mouth? Would you like me to jack you off? Do you want to stay buried in my tight hole? How about my ass?”

“Whatever you see fit Mistress.” He answers wincing as I keep up my torturous movements on his dick.

His answer stops me though. Again with the respect for Spike. He is so used to being the Master in this game. So used to fighting to keep a balance between man and demon and he’s managed to completely submit. I feel bad for some of the things I said now.

“Such a good boy.” I tell him as I roll us over so that he is on top but still buried inside me. “I want you to ride me Spike. I tell him. Long as you make me cum first you can cum for me whenever you want.”

“Would Mistress prefer me to ride her slow and gentle or hard and fast?”

“You know it’ll end up fast and hard anyway.” I tell him, flutterings already beginning in my womb at the thought of him driving into me like a jackhammer.

“Yes Ma’am.” He says with a hint of a shy grin.

He does actually start off slowly but it lasts maybe seven or eight thrusts before he’s babbling incoherently and his hips begin to piston ferociously. A couple of quick hard rubs to my clit are all it takes for my final itch to be scratched and I come gasping and clenching as he continues to drive into me. It was a quieter cum than the others and I’m not sure he noticed.

“Spike, cum for me now!” I tell him, my own thoughts not being too coherent is my only excuse for the next sentence out of my mouth. “Shoot your load into me my beautiful bleachy vampire.”

I’m sure he’d have chuckled if it wasn’t for the fact that the second the command left my lips his thrusts became short and sharp and he holds himself almost still as what feels like gallons of sticky cold fluid pour into my over heated pussy.

“Oh god!” he gasps. “So beautiful, so wonderful. Thank you Mistress. Thank you!”

That said he falls on top of me and pants like he actually needs air. My hand twines in the hair at the nape of his neck as we lie there both replete, for now. Before long he props himself up one elbow and looks me in the eye.

“Thank you.” He says earnestly. “Thank you Mi…..”

“We’re done Spike.” I interrupt. “No need for ‘Mistress’. We’re just Spike and Buffy now.”

“In that case.” He says twining his fingers in the fingers of one of my hands and bringing it to his mouth to kiss it. “Thank you Buffy. You’re bloody amazing. Every time I see you I find some new thing that makes me love you more.”

I shift uncomfortably when he says this. I see a cloud pass over his face. I know what he’s thinking.

“It’s not what you think.” I reassure him. “I’m not having a wiggins because you said the ‘L’ word. I’m maybe approaching a mild wiggins because I’m getting closer and closer every time I see you to saying it myself.”

He pulls back to search my face, probably to see if I actually am still playing Mistress and this is some kind of elaborate trap, some way of getting past his defences.

“I’m not there, I’m so sorry I’m still not there Spike. But it’s coming, it really is. I care for you so much. I didn’t mean what I said during the game. Well, I did mean that I was pissed you didn’t take it seriously at first. But I don’t think you ever lied about how much you care about me, I know you were sorry for hurting me. I….”

He silences me with a kiss. My favourite way of being told to shut up. When we’re finished he doesn’t even bother with telling me he knows I’ll say it one day. We both know I will and we’ve had the conversation too many times before. I like to think he can see the difference in my eyes though. The growing warmth, the kindling of deeper feelings.

At one point I would have sworn I couldn’t feel this way about Spike. I also would never have guessed that I’d get here mostly by him beating my ass and my occasionally beating his. But then there is a kind of symmetry to it, it’s just another version of the dance that I’m now starting to realise has been going on between us ever since Spike arrived in Sunnydale. And well, at the end of the day, symmetry or no, we’re both having a good time so here’s to more of the same!

THE END